Naruto hodgepodge

The door was slowly pushed open, and the thirteen-year-old Kabuto Yakushi walked into the study with an elusive smile. His eyes showed both a desire for the unknown and a bit of caution. "Danzo-sama, I have found a possible solution for your right arm." Kabuto's voice was calm and confident. Needless to say, what this proposal meant to Danzo.

Danzo frowned slightly, and looked at Kabuto with a sharp gaze. Danzo knew that Kabuto was his subordinate, but he was supposed to die in an assassination attempt, but he survived and was finally arranged by him to monitor Orochimaru. However, although he had doubts in his heart about restoring his right arm, he could not ignore the temptation. "Hashirama's cells... the life activity is uncontrollable, and the risk is extremely high." He spoke slowly, with a tone of unquestionable, "But, if it can really help me restore my right arm..."

Kabuto nodded and continued, "That's right, Master Danzo. However, I have a way to minimize the risk. Implant the Sharingan and use its unique power to suppress the rampage of Hashirama's cells. At the same time, Master Orochimaru's research is at a critical moment, and he urgently needs a large number of Sharingans to promote his experiments."

Hearing the name "Orochimaru", Danzo's face instantly darkened, and anger flashed in his eyes. "That traitor! He only knows how to take!" Danzo scolded, but then calmed down, took out a pair of one-magatama Sharingan wrapped in a vessel from his arms, and threw it to Kabuto, "This is for him, as a temporary cooperation."

Kabuto caught the Sharingan steadily, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to respect. "Thank you, Master Danzo. In addition, regarding your right arm, you will need at least four more Sharingans to suppress it. They will be the key to your rebirth."

Danzo was silent for a moment, and slowly took out two pairs of precious Sharingan from the hidden pockets inside. They flashed with a deep light, as if carrying the fate and stories of countless ninjas. He stared at these Sharingan, with a trace of determination in his eyes, and then gently handed them to Kabuto, saying in a deep voice: "This is my last treasure, help me implant it."

Kabuto took over the Sharingan. Although he was full of hatred towards Danzo, he was now playing the role of a spy and doctor. This time he came here was arranged by Orochimaru to show him the way. At the same time, the dean eventually died in his own hands. He put aside his complicated emotions. He nodded to Danzo, said nothing more, and quickly prepared the instruments and drugs needed for the operation.

Aburame Ryoma suddenly appeared in the room and began to assist Kabuto in preparing for the operation for Danzo. Danzo lay on the cold operating table, his eyes piercing through the dim light, looking extremely complicated. Orochimaru, who had supported for so long, finally handed over the results and used them. He embarked on an unknown road, but his desire for strength and his obsession with power made him willing to bear everything.

In the operating room, time seemed to freeze. Kabuto's technique was extremely delicate. He first made a long and precise incision on Danzo's right arm, and then slowly injected the green Hashirama cells in the bottle into it. Instantly, an indescribable vitality boiled up in Danzo's body. It was a violent and primitive force that seemed to tear every inch of his skin and devour his will.

Danzo gritted his teeth, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he felt unprecedented pain and struggle. The vitality of Hashirama's cells far exceeded his expectations. They roamed freely in his body like a group of out-of-control beasts. At this critical moment of life and death, Danzo did not give up. He relied on the twisted will of the successor of the will of fire to resist this power.

At this time, Kabuto began the next operation, taking out a vessel, which contained the cells that Orochimaru had cut from Shin, and Kabuto began to implant the Sharingan after injecting Shin's cells. He carefully embedded each Sharingan into Danzo's arm, and those eyes that flashed with unique light seemed to have their own consciousness and began to fight fiercely with Hashirama's cells.

Miraculously, with the implantation of the Sharingan, the pain in Danzo's body gradually eased. The unique power of the Sharingan was like an invisible shackle, firmly binding the violent Hashirama cells and preventing them from acting recklessly. Danzo could clearly feel that the originally out-of-control power was gradually being tamed, and finally reached a delicate balance.

The operation was finally over, and Kabuto gently sewed up the wound with a satisfied smile on his face. "Master Danzo, you have overcome this difficulty. The combination of Hashirama's cells and the Sharingan will give you unprecedented power. Next, just wait patiently for your right arm to recover, and you will usher in a brand new you."

Danzo slowly opened his eyes, his bandaged pupils seemed to be able to swallow all the light around him. He stared at the pale ceiling, his eyes flashing with unprecedented passion and determination. The new power surging in his body was like a dormant volcano about to erupt, with a violent and seductive charm, making his heart beat violently, and his ambition and belief grew wildly like weeds.

Kabuto stood aside, carefully examining the four Sharingan embedded in Danzo's right arm. Although they flashed with strange light, they seemed unable to completely tame the powerful cellular power from Hashirama Senju. Kabuto frowned slightly. Danzo was now an important experimental subject. Kabuto's tone was a little worried: "Danzo, after preliminary evaluation, the activity of Hashirama's cells is far beyond expectations. With the current control of the four Sharingan alone, it may be difficult to maintain stability for a long time. Hashirama's cells have strong adaptability and phagocytosis. If timely measures are not taken, there may be a risk of backlash. I suggest that for your safety, the number of Sharingan should be increased as soon as possible to strengthen the suppression of it."

Hearing this, Danzo raised a meaningful smile. "Not enough? What a headache..." He whispered. There was another pair of Sharingan in Kabuto's hand, but that one was only one magatama, so Danzo had made up his mind. The desire for power is like a dry land longing for rain. Only more Sharingan can ensure his absolute control over this power.

After Kabuto respectfully left, Danzo turned to ask Aburame Maron about the latest intelligence on the Uchiha clan. Maron knew Danzo's complicated feelings towards the Uchiha clan, and his almost obsessive desire for the Sharingan now that he lacked it, so he reported in extra detail: "Danzo-sama, the Uchiha clan has been active recently, especially because Shisui used the power of the Mangekyō Sharingan, which has intensified the fanaticism of the clan members."

Danzo's eyes flashed with a sinister look when he heard this. "Shisui..." he thought to himself, and then issued a more stringent surveillance order, "Marlon, continue to strengthen the surveillance of the Uchiha clan, and don't miss any movement. At the same time, look for opportunities, I want more information about the Uchiha clan members who have opened the Sharingan..."

Marlon took the order and left, and the room returned to silence again. Danzo sat alone on the edge of the bed, gently stroking his right eye, which was gradually blurred by the passage of time. That was the legacy of his once trusted comrade-in-arms, Jing. He whispered to himself, his tone full of nostalgia for the past and helplessness in the reality: "Jing, my good brother, your sacrifice saved my life, but now the Uchiha seems to have deviated from the right track. Their power should have been used by Konoha, not a threat. Perhaps, it is time for me to guide them, or... directly seize this power."

At this moment, Danzo's heart was filled with greed due to his desire for power and his vigilance against the Uchiha clan.

......

In the land of the Land of Rain, which seemed to be forever shrouded in gray, Kabuto quietly stepped into Orochimaru's secret base hidden in the mist. As soon as he entered this area, the hustle and bustle surged like a tide, forming a sharp contrast with the silence of the outside world. Kimimaro stood quietly by the side. His unique posture and stern face made the newly joined four people - Kidomaru, Tayuya, the twins Sakon and Ukon, and Jirobo, who always had a big appetite, all keep a respectful distance from him.

The arguments of the new members were like a summer afternoon thunderstorm, fierce but short. Their topics revolved around the upcoming challenges, the tasks assigned by Lord Orochimaru, and the various speculations and conjectures about why Kabuto could become Lord Orochimaru's assistant. Kidomaru's eyes flashed with cunning and provocation, turning his dissatisfaction into sharp arrows of words; Tayuya's voice was sharp and changeable, intending to prick the nerves of the other three; Sakon and Ukon were like two sides of the same coin, sometimes they were in agreement, sometimes they disagreed; Jirobo was making jokes on the side, after all, he was the weakest.

"Hmph, it's this guy again. Do you really want to kill him?" Kidomaru crossed his arms across his chest with a provocative smile on his lips.

"Ah, I want to, too." Tayuya's voice was as sharp as a thorn.

Sakon and Ukon were two sides of the same coin. Sakon sneered in a low voice, while Ukon echoed loudly: "We are the vessels personally selected by Lord Orochimaru. You are an outsider, why do you look at us like that?"

Jirofang had a silly look on his face, but his eyes were gleaming with greed: "I only care whether he will bring anything delicious."

Facing the provocation of the four people, Kabuto did not get angry, but responded with his usual calmness and composure: "I am Lord Orochimaru's assistant. Stop your dangerous ideas. Lord Orochimaru's plan is far more far-reaching than you think."

"Come in"

As Orochimaru's voice came, Kabuto followed Orochimaru into the laboratory full of technology and cold atmosphere. Inside, a young man named Shin lay quietly on the cold operating table, with complex tubes wrapped around his body. Several pairs of Sharingan were like strange totems, embedded in his pale skin, which was particularly dazzling. Orochimaru stood aside, with a fanatical light flashing in his eyes, and his indifference to life was clearly revealed in his calm demeanor.

"Danzo's data shows that even a low-level Sharingan can cause amazing changes under Hashirama's cells, and the ability to fuse cells depends on Shin's special physique." Orochimaru's voice was low and magnetic. Looking at the fact that Kabuto got only a pair of ordinary one-magatama Sharingan from Danzo with a look of disdain, he casually installed the pair of one-magatama Sharingan in Shin's body.

With a slight sound of bones creaking, Shin slowly opened his eyes, and the world in front of him suddenly became strange and blurry. He looked around in confusion, and finally locked his eyes on Orochimaru. "Who... who am I?"

Orochimaru raised a meaningful smile and said slowly: "From today on, you are Uchiha Shin. You will inherit the glory and power of the Uchiha clan and become the key chess piece for me to realize my ambitions."

At this moment, Shin's fate was completely rewritten. From an ordinary young man, he became an important chess piece in Orochimaru's hands, Uchiha Shin.